Around him shone a great felicitous Day. A lustre of some rapturous Infinite, It held in the splendour of its golden laugh Regions of the heart's happiness set free, Intoxicated with the wine of God, Immersed in light, perpetually divine. A favourite and intimate of the Gods Obeying the divine command to joy, It was the sovereign of its own delight And master of the kingdoms of its force. And unalarmed by the breath of fleeting Time And unbesieged by adverse circumstance, It breathed in a sweet secure unguarded ease Free from our body's frailty inviting death, Far from our danger-zone of stumbling Will. It needed not to curb its passionate beats; Thrilled by the clasp of the warm satisfied sense And the swift wonder-rush and flame and cry Of the life-impulses' red magnificent race, It lived in a jewel-rhythm of the laughter of God And lay on the breast of universal love. Immune the unfettered Spirit of Delight Pastured his gleaming sun-herds and moon-flocks Along the lyric speed of griefless streams In fragrance of the unearthly asphodel. A silence of felicity wrapped the heavens, Assured of the bliss for which all forms were made, Unmoved by fear and grief and the shocks of Fate